Clowns and piggies
peacocks and pigeons
shady businessmen
in their trending suits
drunkards and dealers
scarred lips, local leaders
dancing for their summit
but He's still coming.
Can't say His name
they play their songs out loud
it's the fear of His day
as if the world should fall down.
Hiding through repetition
hiding behind the glass
they summoned Santa
but He still comes last.
For those in doubt
and hearts broken
those with hope
of a wounded child
those who don't care
what world can offer
He comes as king
of the moon and stars.
